I spend my time thinking about Who drives your smoke Your expression, your movements, your darkness Victims they are Victims of a brush From someone who knows about paintings He paints about you, paints about me He paints about us, paints about people, people! Who knows what I'm talking about? What I'm talking about, what I'm talking about What I'm talking about I spend my time thinking about Who gives you style The way you use to lie Has an inspiring grace, oh! We are just victims of a brush From someone who knows about paintings He paints about you, paints about me He paints about us, paints about people, people! Who knows what I'm talking about? What I'm talking about, what I'm talking about What I'm talking about I know you will be drifting into the ocean I know you will suffer until you find an island Hey girl! tell me what you've been looking for And let me ask you one more question How does it feel when you're diving that deep Colours ain't the same The colors through this window The colors through this window The colors through this window The colors through this window Hey!